Hello my wonderful readers.
Okay so I know a lot of you want Gordon taken care of. Do not worry, I have not forgotten about him. But this bit of fun must come first. I cannot tell you just how much I loved rewriting this episode. It was a huge challenge, with me re-watching the episode about a dozen times (darn). Like I said this will go for about three maybe four chapters. Then after that I promise the hunt for Gordon is on BIG time.
Anyway enough of my babbling. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did.
Sam came awake with a gasp. Sitting up his eyes scanned the room, not recognizing anything. A hand touched his arm and he turned, expecting to see Hannah lying beside him. His eyes widened when he saw the woman lying beside him wasn't Hannah. Jumping out of bed, Sam stumbled and slammed into a dresser.
"Sam what's wrong?" Sliding across the bed, the stranger stood and took a step toward him. "Are you okay?"
"Where's Hannah?"
Taking a step back she crossed her arms. "Who's Hannah?"
"My wife." Sam snapped.
"I'm sorry, your what?" She looked over at the bedside table. "Did you take too many of your pain pills last night? You know they give you weird dreams." She stepped toward him reaching out her hand.
"Don't touch me." Sam stumbled toward the door, wrenching it open, he almost ran right into. "Mom." Sam gasped, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.
"Sam what happened? It sounded like you two were moving furniture around." Mary looked passed her son. "Amy are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I…I'm fine." Amy stepped forward, a forced smile on her face. "He just had a bad dream and it's taking him a little longer than usual to wake up. Happens all the time when he's overworked himself."
Mary smiled. "He was that way when he was younger." Mary stretched up and kissed Sam on the cheek. "Go back to bed baby, everything will be better in the morning."
Amy gently took Sam's hand and pulled him back into the room, closing the door on Mary. Sam was too stunned at seeing his mother to even react. Amy sat him down on the side of the bed, than looked over the bottles sitting on the bedside table. Picking one up, she opened it and shook a couple pills into her hand. "Here Sam, these will help you relax."
Sam realized what must be happening. He was dreaming. A strange, weird, bizarre dream, but still a dream.
"Go on Sam." Amy pushed, holding the pills out to him. Sam looked up at her, confused at who she was, why he was dreaming about her. Sighing Amy took his hand and dropped the pills into his hand. Picking up a glass she waited for him to take them. "Neither of us will get any sleep until you take those."
Sure that this was nothing but a dream, Sam took the pills then the glass of water. Nothing in his own dream could really hurt him. Amy laid her hands on his shoulders and leaned over to kiss him. Sam turned his face away, so her lips touched his cheek instead. Straightening she sighed. "Try and get some sleep." She walked around and climbed back into bed. Every part of Sam wanted to run. Or at least wake up. Instead his eyes grew heavy and he was soon falling over, his head hitting the pillow.
As Sam came awake his head throbbed. Keeping his eyes shut tight, he tried to block out the strange dream he'd had. Unfortunately the dream had other plans.
"Morning Sam." The voice of the girl Amy, rammed into Sam's head. "Head hurting this morning? I was afraid of that. Maybe I should call the doctor. He did say to let him know if anything strange happened."
"There's nothing strange happening." Sam said standing. He swayed slightly but stayed standing. "I just need to talk to Dean."
At the sound of Amy laughing, Sam turned and looked at her. "You're kidding right?" Her smile faded as she stood. "You're not kidding. Sam, you and Dean barely talk when you have to. He didn't even come and visit you in the hospital."
"Hospital? Why was I in the hospital?"
Amy took one of Sam's hands in both of hers. "You were in a car accident, three month ago. You were unconscious for days. Completely scared Mary and me. Don't you remember any of it?"
Sam closed his eyes, trying to remember something. He did remember driving a car, and talking on the phone. A sweet loving voice, telling him how much she loved him and missed him. To be careful, and not do anything without Dean there to back him up. Opening his eyes he looked down at Amy. It hadn't been her voice on the other end.
"Are you sure I shouldn't call the doctor?"
"I'm fine." Sam said shaking his head. He had no idea why he was still trapped in this dream, but he was pretty sure a made up doctor wasn't going to help him any. Amy looked unsure so Sam forced a smile. "I'm fine honest."
Amy sighed. "If you insist." She again stretched up to kiss him, and again Sam turned before she could. He clearly saw hurt flash across her eyes. "I'll go start breakfast."
"I'll be right down." Sam waited until Amy left the room before going to the dresser and pulling it open. Nothing in any of the drawers looked like anything he'd ever owned. But after pulling out a few items he did see that everything in the top drawers were his size. Sighing he grabbed some clothes and started dressing. When he pulled off the shirt he'd slept in, his eyes glanced at his chest. The tattoo was gone. "What the hell." Sam found that the scar along his right side was also gone, as was the scar on his left shoulder.
As he pulled the strange clothes on Sam tried to force down panic. The surprises just kept coming. That's when he suddenly noticed the ring on his left finger. It was gold, not silver. Pulling it off, he studied it. On the inside of the ring was etched. I will love you forever. Amy. Sam went to put it back on, but his hand shook too much. Instead he laid it on the top of the dresser. His eyes took in what else was on top of the dresser. Pictures. Pictures of him around five holding a bat, upside down. Pictures of him and Dean in what looked like Boy Scout uniforms. His hand started to shake again when he reached for a picture in the back. He guessed he was about seven or so. It was a Christmas picture. Him and his family. Dean, Dad, him and Mom.
"Hey Baby, you okay?"
Sam spun around and looked at his mother. She was just as he always dreamed her as. A warm loving smile. Caring eyes.
"I'm fine."
"Baby you know you don't have to hide anything from me. If the nightmares are back, we need to work through them."
Sam laughed. "I'm not sure I'd call it a nightmare."
Mary walked over and laid her hand on Sam's arm. She looked at the picture in his hand and let out a small and sad sounding laugh. "Your father always acted like he hated taking those pictures. But he was the one that always planned them." Mary looked up at Sam. Reaching up she ran a hand down his cheek. "He would be so proud of you."
Sam's breath caught his knees felt shaky. "Would." Mary caught the picture as Sam let go of it. "Dad's dead."
After sitting the picture down, Mary wrapped her arms around her son. "Oh Baby I know it's hard. Even after five years I still find myself grieving."
"F…Five years." Sam shook his head. "No, Dean talked to Dad yesterday. We…We were driving to…" Sam looked around the room, his heart pounding in his chest. He suddenly recognized the room he was standing in. Sari. The little girl they saved. This was her room. Sam pulled away from his mother. "Where's Ethan?"
"Who's Ethan?"
"He's my son. Ethan and Noah. My daughter Emma. My children." Sam pushed by his mother and ran out the door. He looked into each room as he passed. Running down the stairs and into the living room he froze. More pictures hung on the walls. Large graduation pictures of him and Dean. One of him in a tux standing beside Amy.
"Sam." Mary ran into the living room.
He pointed to the picture as he looked back at his mother. "What's this?"
"That's your wedding picture. You and Amy's been married almost a year now." Mary rushed over to Sam. "You need to breathe baby. Everything's going to be okay. Dr. Harrison warned us that you might have some memory loss."
Sam's head was spinning so fast now, he was having trouble seeing straight. Nothing seemed right. No one was who they were supposed to be.
"Knock, knock." The front door opened and a pretty young woman stepped in. She smiled at Mary. "We are running so late." Her smile was instantly gone when she looked at Sam. "What happened?" She rushed in and took ahold of Sam's arm to help Mary get him to the couch.
"What the hell's wrong with him?"
Sam's head jerked up, and he instantly felt all the panic and fear wash away from him. Standing in the doorway was the one person he know would fix everything.
"Oh great is he having another one of his episodes?"
"Dean can't you show him a little understanding?" Mary snapped.
"Why should I?" Dean snapped back.
"Because he's your brother."
"So you keep reminding me." Dean glanced at his watch. "Come on Robin, I'm already going to be late."
The hope that had swelled inside Sam instantly vanished. This wasn't his Dean. This was some strange dream Dean.
"Come on girls move it." Dean yelled out the door.
Two girls around the age of four or so came walking in. They smiled at Mary then looked at Sam. One of them walked over and patted Sam's hand. Sam looked into sparkling green eyes.
"Is Uncle Sam sick?"
"Again." Dean grumbled. "Your uncle is sick again. Come on Robin, unless you want me to lose another job."
"Coming." The girl, Robin kissed the top of both girl's heads. "We should be back to pick them up, around seven."
Mary smiled and nodded. Robin glanced at Sam one more time, before hurrying out the door. Sam sighed letting himself stretch out on the couch. This wasn't a dream, it was a complete nightmare, on that he really wanted to wake up from.